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Side 7
... sacred tide Should purl amidst the traffic of Cheapside , Or tinkle in Change Alley , to amuse The leathern ears of stock - jobbers and jews . A. Vouchsafe , at least , to pitch the key of rhyme To themes more pertinent , if less ...
... sacred tide Should purl amidst the traffic of Cheapside , Or tinkle in Change Alley , to amuse The leathern ears of stock - jobbers and jews . A. Vouchsafe , at least , to pitch the key of rhyme To themes more pertinent , if less ...
Side 13
... sacred cause , but trembled when he rose ; . And every venal stickler for the yoke Felt himself crushed at the first word he spoke . Such men are raised to station and command , When Providence means mercy to a land . He speaks , and ...
... sacred cause , but trembled when he rose ; . And every venal stickler for the yoke Felt himself crushed at the first word he spoke . Such men are raised to station and command , When Providence means mercy to a land . He speaks , and ...
Side 15
... sacred cause In all its parts , times , ministry , and laws , Bespeaks a land , once christian , fallen , and lost In all , that wars against that title most , What follows next let cities of great name , And regions long since desolate ...
... sacred cause In all its parts , times , ministry , and laws , Bespeaks a land , once christian , fallen , and lost In all , that wars against that title most , What follows next let cities of great name , And regions long since desolate ...
Side 21
... sacred wires . Anacreon , Horace played in Greece and Rome This bedlam part ; and others nearer home . When Cromwell fought for power , and while he reigned The proud protector of the power he gained , Religion harsh , intolerant ...
... sacred wires . Anacreon , Horace played in Greece and Rome This bedlam part ; and others nearer home . When Cromwell fought for power , and while he reigned The proud protector of the power he gained , Religion harsh , intolerant ...
Side 22
... sacred charge , the press , The muse instructed a well - nurtured train Of abler votaries to cleanse the stain , And claim the palm for purity of song , That lewdness had usurped and worn so long . Then decent pleasantry and sterling ...
... sacred charge , the press , The muse instructed a well - nurtured train Of abler votaries to cleanse the stain , And claim the palm for purity of song , That lewdness had usurped and worn so long . Then decent pleasantry and sterling ...
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beams beneath bids blessings blest bliss boast breast breath charms courser dark dear declension deeds deist delight divine docet dream earth Edmonton eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flowers folly fools frown Gilpin give glory God's grace hallowed ground hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly hope hour Inner Temple JOHN GILPIN joys land learned light lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature never night NOSEGAY nymph once pain peace Pharisee pine-apples pity plain pleasure poet poet's poor praise pride prize proud prove Rome sacred scene scorn scripture shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound stand strain stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee their's theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE VIRG virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wisdom woes wonder zeal
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Side 277 - His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So "Fair and softly...
Side 276 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew Would trouble him much more.
Side 207 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Side 279 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight ! he rides a race ! 'Tis for a thousand pound...
Side 280 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!" They all at once did cry ; "The dinner waits and we are tired.
Side 230 - LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid — Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng ; • With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course ; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes.
Side 225 - And it seemed, to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas ! I snapped it ; it fell to the ground. And such...
Side 183 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy, and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony, disposed aright ; The screws reversed (a task which if He please God in a moment executes with ease) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till He tune them, all their power and use.
Side 209 - And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Side 283 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.